His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

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The sound of police sirens cut through the air. I could hear them getting closer, their lights flashing in the distance. I didn't move from my spot by the window as the

police arrived, guns drawn. They approached Nathan cautiously, assessing

the scene. The rogues, battered and

bruised, were being handcuffed and

dragged away one by one.

Nathan reached the front steps and

knocked, his hand still trembling from the

fight.

I hesitated for a moment before opening the door. Nathan stood there, bloodied, bruised, and holding the bouquet like it was some sort of peace offering. His eyes flickered to the toys scattered across the floor inside the house. They belonged to

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Oliver. The sight of them seemed to stir something in Nathan, a brief flash of guilt crossing his face.

"-" He started, then stopped. He cleared his throat, trying again. "Doris, I'm sorry. I've been a fool. I know I messed up, and I want to make things right."

I didn't say anything, just stood there, staring at him blankly. My silence seemed to make him more desperate.

"I brought these for you," he said, lifting the roses. "I know how much you love

them."

I raised an eyebrow, the coldness in my voice unmistakable. "I'm allergic to roses.

Nathan blinked, taken aback. "What?"

"Sienna told you I loved roses, didn't she?"

I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

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Nathan stammered, his confusion

growing. "Yeah, she-she said you loved them. I thought-"

bitter laugh,

"Of course she did.

me flowers when I was

the roses had

my skin

believed me back then, accusing

new cosmetic that

had sided with

always.

face fell as

didn't know,"

you didn't." My

You always believed whatever Sienna told you. You've never known me,

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really,"

the boNqNet, his knuckles

I didn't mean

my voice

my house,

call the police again."

eyes widened,

"Doris, please"

"I said leave,"

I

stood there for a moment longer,

would change my mind.

move, didn't soften, he

the bouquet

hand.

steps, his shoulders

he was

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leaned against it, the

pressing down on me. The house

the remnants

lingering in the

long time, I felt nothing. No anger, no sadness, no

Just indifference.

him disgusted me more than anything. He was clutching that stupid bouquet

that had

all things. He still didn't

never had.

I

chest as I looked down at the flowers.

him I liked them.